اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
We were fumbling for words
on that strange desperate night
My brain turned to sand
when your hair caught the light
I laughed so hard
a little too much
Then we dropped off the edge
with only a touch
Now I am out in the cold without you
Now I am out in the cold without you, without you
I was under some spell
and I'm hung over now
on these treacherous curves
where I lost you somehow
Was it a dream?
Was I such a fool?
I was your saint,
so bitter, so cruel
Now I am out in the cold without you
Now I am out in the cold without you, without you
(and I'm looking for some grace to pull me through)
No, I won't go back to
that false promise land
where I was nailed to the sky
and you got blood on your hands
but I love you still
if that's what it is
I'm left with the chill
from the last dying kiss
